User blog:Hawk Blades/Yilya-Tari

The stories of Quina and Aliador

Chapter 1
"Hurry up! Come along you two! I'm over 50 seasons and I'm moving faster than you!" A hunched, silvery furred Sable called back to his two followers, younger specimens of his kind. The elder of the two called back to him, "You're not carrying all the packs Sensei!"

Sensei (that's what he was only known as) chuckled hartily and sat down on a tree trunk that had fallen over, "Touche! Come here, it's about time for a rest."

The two young Sables hurried forward with the luggage. When they reached the old creature and set the packs down, the younger of the two, a coal black furred male, with a uniquely colored tail, fell flat, panting, "Remind me...never.. to agree to carry.. your luggage, again Sensei!"

The older of the two sables laughed and struck the younger on the back, which caused him to cough, "Oh shut up little brother! It's the least we can do, after all, Sensei is training us."

His younger brother sat up, "Yeah yeah, I know Revlis, I know."

Sensei laughed at the two as he put flint to steel, trying to start a camp fire, "Aliador, your brother is right, I am training you two, in exchange, you can carry my luggage," he looked up and his wise brown eyes locked seriously with Aliador's dead black, "Unless you don't want to learn how to fight..."

Aliador Saladore, had coal black fur, with eyes to match. He tail was peculiarly colored. Going from the coal black at the base, to a black dusted brown, to a white flecked brown, and finally to a solid white, shook his head vigorously, "No no, I want to be trained Sensei! I just, I don't see why we have to carry all the luggage"

Revlis smacked his little brother good natureedly on the back of the head, "Oh quit complaining Ali! You're starting to sound like mom!"

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Later that night, after having eaten, Revlis and Aliador were tasked with a training excersise: Find The weapons that Sensei had taken from them, and then find Sensei before midnight. It was already dark and the two brothers were having trouble. It may have seemed like a simple mission, but you see, Sensei was a master at hiding. Whether it was objects, other creatures, or himself, they were near impssible to find if they kept still, and even then they were difficult. Also Aliador and Revlis were prohibited from using any source of light other than the moon, and unfortunately, it was at its darkest.

Now it was Revlis turn to complain. He simply refused to stop talking, ranting on how Sensei's tasks were out of their league. Aliador on the other hand, was enjoying himself. He enjoyed dark nights, especially since he blended in so well with them. He turned over a rock with no success. He sighes, ' Rev's still'' muttering to himself. Common Sensei, where are you? '''

Aliador stood up straight and stretched. He thought he saw a dark shape flutter through the air above him. He ignored it and lifted up the lower edges of a bush. He silently yelled and pumped his fists in the air, as he had succeeded in one of Sensei's missions: find the weapons he had hidden for each of them. He drew out two identical blades. Each was very beautiful, and as sharp as winter's edge. he twirled one, before putting both into the sheaths that were nearby and strapping them on.

Revlis had come upon the same luck, finding large two handed, single edged, spiked sword in the branches of a tree, the blade and handle were dyed to blend in with the foliage, but Revlis had still managed to find it. After getting it from the tree, suffering a few minor scratches and a bruised dignity from falling flat on his bottom, held the sword triumphantly, ''' Sensei! You really know how to please someone!'''

Aliador was now on his search for Sensei. He was having worse luck. Sensei's tracks were gone, even the faint scent of mint that surrounded him constantly was gone. Ali was about to search for Revlis so they could search together, when another black shape fluttered by, he turned, another came from behind and began to circle him. He soon realized it was a bird, but of what kind he was unaware. He drew one of the swords, using his ears for the ragged flapping of the bird's wings. He lashed out, taking it through they wing. It fell to the ground like a dirty black dishrag. he stepped over to it, though the bird had already passed out from the unsespected strike. Aliador's ears perked at the sound of raucus cawing of carrion rooks. He drew out his other blade and walked towards the sounds. What greeted his eyes, wasn't what he wanted to see...